Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette. “I’m still new to them. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. "I'm sorry, Mr. ” Her mind drifted into a speculation about her sister.
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